I Can Do Nothing
I can do nothing.
I can do things.
I can do nothing.
I can do things.
I can do what I want.
I can live, I can love.
Here I am.
There I go.
Here I am.
There we go.
All my love and all my care.
All my hate and my despair.
Nothing borrowed nothing kept.
All my love, and all I wept.
Wednesday 3rd July 2019 11:47 pm
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